DANCING AND LOVING IN HIGH HEELS (Her Version)

The music begins and my tension fades.
I relax as we warm up for a strenuous routine.
My partner says, “This has to be a good practice.
We are still clumsy and we compete in two weeks.”
Our movements must be fluid and graceful,
Effortless and natural.
Two long steps, Slide, two quick steps.
Your hands hold me firmly as you guide me.
You lead and I follow.
You step. I step.
My steps at the beginning match yours,
Except that I’m in high heels and going backwards.
No words are necessary.
We communicate by touch and sight.
My confidence in you is well-founded.
Your confidence in me is invigorating.
There is no hesitation as we spin and twirl.
When we make love our movements are smooth and natural,
Following our guidelines for dancing.
There is no rush and my arousal is guiding us.
We move purposely, learning from each other.
My anticipation builds as you touch and caress,
Loving me with gentle consideration.
You move and I follow.

He staggers to the door,
Drunk without drinking.
Nothing is done with ease.
A tightening of muscles,
He dances with his destiny,
And with Parkinson’s Disease.
Restless legs, shakiness of hands,
His feet do not follow directions.
They attach to the floor.
His expression is blank.
His face is a mask.
His body doesn’t work well anymore.
Yet it is a challenge,
To discover what he can still do.
As he greets each and every day,
Supplements to loosen the knots,
His future is still bright.
Being optimistic is the only way.

There was a day that crashed with thunder,
I knew it didn’t matter what I was under,
The storm would find my hiding place.
While I grabbed my years of treasure,
All the objects that gave me pleasure,
Were whisked away without a trace.

Yet when the sun came out beaming again,
I considered the love that remained within.
I did not see values and all it would cost,
Nor the objects I used to treasure,
Or all the things I forgot to measure.
I saw the faces of dear ones I thought lost.

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